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A melody flows, it can't be caught,
It paints the air with colors unseen.
It tells a truth I never sought,
A quiet pulse in all between.
It speaks where words won’t go,
A place we only know.
The heart will sing what hands can’t write,
A voice that blooms, soft yet bright.
It reaches far, where minds can’t stay,
And finds a home beyond the day.
Each note unlocks a hidden door,
Unspoken dreams take flight and soar.
It gives the soul a chance to pour,
What lives inside forevermore.
A brushstroke dances, a chord ignites,
Translating all we cannot frame.
The canvas breathes, the silence bites,
Art dares to call what has no name.
It speaks where words won’t go,
A place we only know.
The heart will sing what hands can’t write,
A voice that blooms, soft yet bright.
It reaches far, where minds can’t stay,
And finds a home beyond the day.
